The world has fallen into the hands of greed and chaos and no one knows what to do. It's as though they are being punished by the God they once played.
The punishment for delving into higher powers man was not meant to touch. The punishment for the...
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As we ventured out of the city, I couldn't help but feel the irritating grating in my head, probable annoyance at the fact we let the fucker who touched Hyunjin live.
I don't understand why I'm so pissed off. Finding him in the bathroom was honestly devastating.
I don't care for many people. I don't do it.
I don't do friendships. It's only ever been me, obviously my sister, but it's always been just me and my skateboard. I left it at the safe house, seen as only baggage for the others but for me it's never as such. But whatever.
It was always just me, gliding through the air with the wheels rolling on the rough pavement, not giving a fuck for rules or people as I speed by.
But then time stopped. It stopped and I wasn't speeding on my board anymore.
The wheels jolted, squeaking in restraint as I stopped. I couldn't just skate through life anymore apparently. Because the moment I stopped, I watched the world fall apart.
I had to look into reality, the streets still full with obstacles but this time just as if not more deadly.
Then time froze as my skateboard slowed, several people catching my eyes as I looked around. And for some reason they stood out of the crowd like a bunch of strays, coloured in a different light.
What makes them so special?
Why do they have different auras?
But the more I was forced into proximity, the more I slowly understood why.
We were all fucked up.
I mean, isn't everyone?
But they seemed to hold so much, so much that I could see why their auras were so colourful. So vibrant. So bright. So messy.
That doesn't necessarily mean something good though.
